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    The narrator awakens confined to a hospital bed, connected to IVs and monitors. When pressing the call button brings no response, he feels compelled to escape, tearing the tubes from his skin and stumbling down the hallway on unsteady legs. Weakened muscles cause him to falter, and hands grasp his shoulders as eyes bore into him, speaking two words that lure him into the darkness, finding release from his torment.

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    "Release" Jack Stephens

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    The narrator awakens confined to a hospital bed, connected to IVs and monitors. When pressing the call button brings no response, he feels compelled to escape, tearing the tubes from his skin and stumbling down the hallway on unsteady legs. Weakened muscles cause him to falter, and hands grasp his shoulders as eyes bore into him, speaking two words that lure him into the darkness, finding release from his torment.

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    Release

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    The narrator awakens confined to a hospital bed, connected to IVs and monitors. When pressing the call button brings no response, he feels compelled to escape, tearing the tubes from his skin and stumbling down the hallway on unsteady legs. Weakened muscles cause him to falter, and hands grasp his shoulders as eyes bore into him, speaking two words that lure him into the darkness, finding release from his torment.

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    Release

    by Jack Stephens

    With fresh eyes blinded by orescent lighting, I awoke to nd myself plugged in. Cannula stretched across bare skin, securing me as a straight jacket. As I clenched the nursing call button, I awaited the clamor of hurried feet, screeching along the oor. But, to my dismay, only silence. I felt enticed to escape, ripping free, my bare feet cringed against the frigid oor. Tattered muscles convulsed, swaying my tormented body and stumbling me to freedom. Staggering through the corridor until I was rushed with anguish, only then realizing I could not continue. dear agony. Fingertips grazed along my shoulders, as perceptive eyes perforated. The warmth of life combated with the gloom of death, each appealing to a torn soul. Two words were spoken, alluring me, seducing me. I succumbed, carried into darkness. sweet release.

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